Before too much time escapes through my glass, I must give you
a little peepshow into the depraved and delightful scene that was
our New Orleans Hallowe’en. It was actually a shockingly mellow
night, aside from the total shitshow that was Frenchmen Street,
where hordes of rat-like zombies swarmed around canisters
of nitrous, falling over in the street clutching their balloons.
We split quick to avoid having a crowd-induced heart attack
and escape all the slurring dudes asking “So, what are you
supposed to be?” which is my least favorite question ever.
Figure it out, fool! I get sad when people refuse to use their
eyeparts and their brainparts, and instead want to have every
single thing immediately explained to them. I find it to be a
really bizarre reaction. When I encounter something new,
different or interesting, I tend to take a little time to check it out,
explore, and come to my own conclusions before I start asking
a bunch of questions. It’s not just about this particular series of
instances – it’s something I notice often. Maybe it’s the immediacy
of information, whatwith google and all? People seem to have
lost their interest in the hunt, in the journey. Do you find that to be so?
Anyway – Halloween! It was a very chill, family-style night on St. Claude
Avenue, sort of aimlessly hobnobbing with old pals who of course had
the best costumes anyway. In retrospect, perhaps we ought to have
headed deeper into the Quarter or wandered further afield, but my
headdress was heavy, and it was nice just to be surrounded by people
I love and hadn’t seen for far too long. What did you do for Hallowe’en?

Colin made this incredible mask in a few hours, using random stuff
he grabbed from the hardware store. Yes, he is a terrifying genius!

Aluminum sheet, bristle-brushes, round vents and yaki pony came together
to form this seriously brutal bionic dinosaur predator creature. So bad-ass!

At some point over the last year, I had this vision of a Buffalo Ghost
Warrior Woman, and I wanted to make her real. There’s a little Japanese
kabuki, and Mononoke thrown in there for good measure, and though I
never thought to get a picture of it, there was a carved mask with the face
of an old man on the back of my foxfur headdress. Two-face. Oni. Demon
who steals scalps and eyes. The ghost who defends the memory of thousands
of slaughtered buffalo, left to rot on the prairie. She who avenges the native
people pushed off their land, killed like dogs in the dirt. All that, and sassy
fringe boots. I made the wig that day, and it was alarmingly weighty and warm!

I found the most perfect vintage buckskin dress ever, which fit me perfectly,
and feels amazing to wear. It’s the kind of garment that makes one think
seriously about wearing nothing but buckskin always and forever. If only!

I loved these guys the most. They were so impeccable with their perfect
faces, and perfect church-lady hats. Creepster twins, who are you?